Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.